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<FONT SIZE="+2" COLOR="#00AEFF"><STRONG><EM>O Captain! My Captain!</EM></STRONG></FONT><BR>
<FONT SIZE="+1"><STRONG>Walt Whitman</STRONG></FONT>
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<BR>
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,<BR>
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people are exulting,<BR>
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<BR>
But O heart! heart! heart!<BR>
O the bleeding drops of red,<BR>
Where on the deck my Captain lies,<BR>
Fallen cold and dead.
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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<BR>
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the buggle trills,<BR>
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,<BR>
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<BR>
Here Captain! dear father!<BR>
This arm beneath your head!<BR>
It is some dream that on the deck,<BR>
You've fallen cold and dead.
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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,<BR>
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,<BR>
This ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done<BR>
For fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;<BR>
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!<BR>
But I with mournful tread<BR>
Walk the deck my Captain lies,<BR>
Fallen cold and dead.
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